Speak Lord in the stillness, While I wait on Thee; Hushed my heart to listen In expectancy. Speak, O blessed Master, In this quiet hour; Let me see Thy face, Lord, Feel Thy touch of power. For the words Thou speakest, "They are life, indeed; Living bread from heaven, Now my spirit feed." All to Thee is yielded, I am not my own; Blissful, glad surrender- I am Thine alone